NFBE Chapter 473 Shen Fuhan is Reborn (2)
Chapter 473 Shen Fuhan is Reborn (2)
Shen Fuhan quickly realized that this was not a dream.
He could see clear faces, not blurry, dark outlines.
He pinched his hand and could feel the pain.
This dream won't go according to his plan.
Everything is real.
Shen Fuhan's heart pounded fiercely for a moment, but he forced it down and began to think seriously.
Pei Huaijin, the traitor.
He learned that Pei Huaijin was a traitor just before A Yue and Zhao Zhao died, and it was the last time he left the capital.
Shen Fuhan had imagined countless times what he would do if he could do it all over again.
Even though he wouldn't get a second chance, he still managed to complete the entire plan during the long years after losing his wife and daughter, as a form of solace.
Shen Fuhan calmly said, "Check the luggage one more time. I'll be there soon."
He turned and went back into the house.
Wen Jiayue was just about to take another nap when she heard the door open, which startled her.
Upon seeing Shen Fuhan, she breathed a sigh of relief but asked in confusion, "Why hasn't my husband left yet?"
“A-Yue, listen to me,” Shen Fuhan pressed her shoulder and slowly said, “Today your stepsister Wen Ruohuan will come to the Marquis’s residence to stay with you. Don’t eat anything she gives you.”
Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "Why?"
“Because,” Shen Fuhan hesitated for a moment before continuing, “she wanted to replace you, and everything she gave you was poisoned.”
Wen Jiayue's eyes widened: "Husband, do you know what you're saying?"
She and Wen Ruohuan had been close since childhood. How could Huan'er, who was so innocent, harm her?
“Ah Yue, you don’t need to rush to refute. You can observe her carefully after she arrives. But don’t alert her. The Princess is behind her.”
Shen Fuhan touched her face: "You must listen to me."
Wen Jiayue was still struggling to process these words, and asked in a trembling voice, "Husband, are you lying to me?"
"Ah Yue, I only have one question for you: do you believe me or her?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Jiayue replied, "Of course I trust my husband."
“Then listen to me,” Shen Fuhan said seriously. “I will quietly return to the manor in three days, and then I will tell you what to do next.”
Wen Jiayue nodded blankly and watched him leave.
She tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep at all, her mind filled with Wen Ruohuan and the Princess.
Does Wen Ruohuan like Shen Fuhan? Then why is the Princess helping her?
She sat there blankly until noon, and sure enough, Wen Ruohuan sent a letter saying that she wanted to come to the Marquis's residence to stay with her for a while.
Wen Jiayue agreed with mixed feelings, and half an hour later, Wen Ruohuan arrived.
“Sister, I heard that your husband has left the capital, so I came to stay with you for a while,” Wen Ruohuan said with a simple smile. “Does Sister welcome Huan’er?”
“Of course you’re welcome,” Wen Jiayue said with a smile. “Huan’er can stay as long as she wants.”
“That won’t do,” Wen Ruohuan said considerately. “I will definitely leave when my brother-in-law comes back.”
Wen Jiayue couldn't discern anything for the time being, so she didn't speak again.
Wen Ruohuan asked, "By the way, sister, where is brother-in-law going this time? How long will he be gone?"
She added, "I want to spend a few more days with my sister."
“I don’t know either,” Wen Jiayue said, trying to speak for as long as possible, “but I heard from your brother-in-law that it might take more than a month.”
As she spoke, she observed Wen Ruohuan, praying that she wouldn't show any unusual expression.
However, the result greatly disappointed Wen Jiayue.
She noticed the fleeting smugness on Wen Ruohuan's face, which was quickly concealed, replaced by her usual innocent and adorable demeanor.
Wen Jiayue picked up her teacup and took a small sip, lowering her eyes to hide her disappointment.
It's so obvious already; if she still stubbornly continues to deceive herself, she'll be incredibly foolish.
After three days of feigned compliance, Shen Fuhan returned late at night.
Wen Jiayue smiled at him, but tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
She murmured, "My husband..."
Only after seeing him did my tense heart find a moment of peace.
He was her protector; with him by her side, she naturally had nothing to fear.
Shen Fuhan strode forward and asked anxiously, "Were you wronged? Or did you eat something Wen Ruohuan gave you?"
Wen Jiayue quickly turned around, not wanting him to see her crying; it would look terrible.
As she wiped away her tears, she said, "No, it's not that. I just feel that I was too foolish before and couldn't judge people well."
Shen Fuhan held her shoulders, turned her around to face him, and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips.
“Not stupid, A-Yue is the smartest woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered. “Really.”
"Don't try to fool me," Wen Jiayue said, laughing through her tears. "I don't believe you."
Shen Fuhan pulled her into his arms, and his heart, which had been restless for three days, finally calmed down.
Wen Jiayue hugged him back. She liked being so close to him and felt happy and content.
She asked softly, "Husband, won't the Emperor be angry if you return to the capital so abruptly?"
Fearing he might overthink it, she quickly explained, "I didn't mean to pry; I was just asking casually. If you don't want to tell me, then I won't."
She was somewhat annoyed; her husband would surely be prepared, and her questions would only annoy him.
Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan said, "There's nothing I can't say. This trip out of the capital, like the previous ones, is all for the purpose of capturing a traitor. This time we have clear leads, and I'm sure we'll be able to bring him to justice soon."
He knew Pei Huaijin's hiding place very well, so after arranging the guards, he quietly returned.
Wen Jiayue asked somewhat nervously, "Husband, why did you tell me this like this?"
“A-Yue is not an outsider,” Shen Fuhan gently kissed her hair, “You are my wife.”
Wen Jiayue felt like she was about to faint.
After four years of marriage, has she finally warmed up the cold and aloof Lord Shen?
Not only did he become good at sweet talk, but he could also confide everything about important political affairs to her.
Wen Jiayue felt a little dizzy and wondered if she was dreaming.
She instinctively gripped his collar and looked up at him.
Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to want to speak but held back, her lips glistening with moisture.
Shen Fuhan's eyes darkened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.
Like a spark igniting a prairie fire, it spread uncontrollably.
Wen Jiayue had never seen Shen Fuhan so anxious. She let out a soft moan as he gripped her so tightly it hurt.
“Husband, husband,” Wen Jiayue said, holding his hand and frowning, “slow down.”
"I'm sorry, but..."
He was finding it hard to control himself.